How I came up with the name Becky.

Wait. What?!
Did I just say that I named myself? Yes, friends. I did. I said it, and I did name myself. Now, before you get too excited, let me just start out by saying that Becky is not my real name. Not my first name. Not even my middle name. In fact, Becky is no part of my name what-so-ever.

So. Now you really want to know what's going on, don't you?

Is she a spy? Did she just use this as a "code name" on the blog? Oh wait, her facebook is Becky. Is her whole life on this "blog" a scam? Am a following one of those creepy people who steal people's identity? Did I cover all the crazy thoughts? Yes? Okay good. Now, put them aside and forget about it. I am still BECKY. Rest assured.

There's just a little story behind the name.

Let's go back to 7th grade why don't we. Aside from the year of boy crushes, pimples, and awkward puberty stage, it so happens that this was the year for name changes.

Here is the scene that I will illustrate for you.

Me. Standing in the hallway of my crowded middle school in the midst of 4 of my "best" friends when one of them blurted out "Hey... what's your middle name."

For whatever reason. Who knows why. Why 7th graders are so intrigued with the absolute ridiculous things at the most absolute ridiculous time. I will never know.


But she asked. And I needed to give her an answer. And times a ticking guys. Because how long does it take someone to answer what their middle name is right? Seconds. But I didn't want to tell them my real middle name because I was embarrassed by it.

So here I am, I have no time to think, no time to waste. Palms are sweating. Hearts a racing.

"Becky! UM. My middle name is Becky."


All the while, I'm thinking: "What the hell are you thinking self. That is not your middle name. And really, Becky? You don't even know a Becky. You aren't even fond of the name Becky. That's the best you could come up with???"

My little brain sure was beating up this poor scared little 7th grader self that I was.

Rightfully so, because what would happen next was beyond my wildest dreams. Never would I ever think....


That these 7th grade girls would come up with this brilliant idea to start calling me Becky. And make it their lifetime goal to get everyone else to call me Becky too. Clever those little pimpled brats are, eh?

They told all my teachers to call me that. Called my house phone and asked for Becky. Would introduce me to everyone as Becky. Basically, spoke for me. Refused to call me by my real name.

I didn't have a say in this really. I didn't have a problem with my real name. I didn't wake up that morning and say "Hey, today sounds like a good day to change my name." Nope. And I'm pretty sure that grandfather, you know, the one that named me, probably wouldn't be too pleased about it either.

But it stuck. Those teen boppers were on a mission. Mission accomplished.

So it stuck bad. I now was Becky. It stuck so bad that my own parents would catch themselves calling me that. Stuck so bad that all of my teachers through middle school and high school called me that. Stuck so bad that my own husband is much more used to the name Becky. Although he prefers the other.

Stuck so bad that I even contemplated changing my name legally when I got married.

But I didn't. And I don't plan on it. Ever.

My biggest regret out of all this? The fact that I couldn't have come up with something better than Becky {no offense to all the other Beckys out there... I feel like I am a Becky so I can poke fun, right?}. But honestly, Becky?! Really! Gosh darn it, self.

So, for now, I just have these two names. One that was given to me at birth {that i love}, and another that was given to me by my little ol' brain at a moment of weakness.

Although the majority of the people in my life call me Becky, there are a select few, like my mom and dad {and other relatives} that call me by my first name.

So there you have it. That's my name story. And I know many of you would have loved to find out my real name, but we won't go there blog world. Not yet. That's a little part of me that gets to stay secret behind the computer. Although a select few of you actually know it.

Maybe one day... just not today.

Although, I do have to warn you... it's nothing crazy exciting like Ivonna-Humpalot {because that is totally original and all}. However, there's a hint in there for you.

Don't go crazy guessing over there :)

So are you totally shocked sitting in your seats? Do you want to stab me in the toe right about now? Do spill.


{Also, I forgot to give credit to this chick who made me blog about it. I was planning on doing it anyway...But she gave me that little oomph. Also known as peer pressure. She's like those pimpled brats that peer pressured me into naming myself Becky. Because that is exactly what happened here guys. JUST SAY NO. }